I’m so excited to announce that HER BILLIONAIRE BOYFRIEND, #2 in the HER BILLIONAIRE series, is available for you to read TODAY! Or, you know. This weekend. Whenever you have time. But it’s here!
One week isn’t enough. He wants forever.
As the billionaire owner of Ascend Red, an exclusive island resort for kinky, hand-selected clientele, Matthew Ashe prides himself on making fantasies come true. When Charlotte Holmes walked into his life, she quickly became his fantasy. But now, their stay is almost over, and their future is waiting.
Charlotte knows that she’ll have to adapt to Matt’s life of luxury, but she doesn’t expect to be thrown into the deep end quite so soon. A weekend party at his family’s estate gives Charlotte a taste of how the exceptionally wealthy live—and highlights just how different she and Matt are, despite their scorching compatibility in bed.
When they stumble into a family secret, Matt and Charlotte are forced to confront their differences, fears, and insecurities…and the reality that their match made in paradise might not work in the real world, after all.
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If you read HER BROTHER’S BILLIONAIRE BEST FRIEND and you thought, “There’s no way this story can get any kinkier,” well. Take a peak at this excerpt:
“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the theater doors.
I took a deep breath and nodded, expecting to see the twenty men assembled inside. To my surprise, when Matt threw open the doors, the theater was empty. A long, wide table sat in the center of the otherwise bare floor, heavenly smells wafting from the mounds of food on offer.
My jaw dropped. It looked like a medieval banquet, with whole roast hens and steaming pies, towers of fruits and pastries, pewter goblets and rustic tankards, and near the head of the table, a narrow section with a single thick, iron shackle bolted directly to the wood. Scattered among all the normal things one would find on a banquet table were toys and lubes, wet wipes, and condoms for those who might want to use them.
I hoped none of them did. If I didn’t leave the castle tonight bathed in cum and unable to walk right, I would be very disappointed.
“Hop up, princess,” Matt instructed, guiding me between two of the rough-hewn benches lining the sides.
I did so, but gingerly. It was difficult to forget that I had a priceless sex toy in my butt. The entire way there, all I’d thought about was how I would accidentally lose the giant diamond affixed to it. Not that it would be impossible to find. It was so big, it would probably leave a dent in the floor if someone dropped it.
I sat on the edge of the table and Matt stepped between my spread knees as far as my skirt would allow. He reached for the shackle on its long chain. “Right or left arm?”
“Left,” I answered, and held it out obediently. “My dragon.”
He latched the cuff around my wrist and in almost the same instant grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me forward. I thought he would go in for a kiss; instead, he bit my lip, pulling a startled cry from my throat. My earlier denied orgasms were a persistent throb between my legs. Every nerve sang, every primal instinct warned me that I was captured.
“Do you remember the story?” he asked, his mouth a breath away from mine.
My voice stuck in my throat.
“‘Offer yourself to them,’ the dragon ordered her,” he quoted. I knew he’d recorded that call. Had he watched it often enough that he’d memorized it? He must have, because the words matched too closely the story burned into my memory. “And she obeyed him, begging the knights to use her, to fuck her mouth and her cunt and her ass, to defile her until their lusts were sated and no prince desiring a chaste maiden would want her. And when they were finished, the dragon would bestow sacks of gold upon them as a reward, for he, too, wished to see his princess behave like the common slut he knew her to be.”
I shivered and squeezed my thighs together.
“Are you going to behave that way for me tonight?” he asked, giving my bottom lip another sharp nip.
“Yes, my dragon,” I whispered.
“Good. Because twenty knights are waiting to rescue you from the dragon. Prove that you don’t want to be.” The hand at the back of my neck slid around to cover my throat. He exerted minimal pressure, and I lay back at that urging. “What do you say if you want it to stop?”
“I say ‘mercy,’ my dragon.” My voice was barely audible.
“And when your mouth is stuffed full of a stranger’s cock? What then?” he prompted.
I snapped my fingers five times, and he nodded, appeased.
He took a seat at the head of the table, close enough to touch me if he wanted to. Certainly, close enough that he’d see every flicker of lust on my face, hear every slap of another man’s cock pounding into me. He filled a goblet from one of the pitchers and nodded to the dark corners of the room.
The doors around the perimeter opened.
The knights had arrived.
Every man he’d selected had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their shirts alone probably cost more money than my parents had wasted sending me to college. The knights were devastatingly handsome, but I only recognized a few of them from around the resort.
I searched out Dante. Our eyes met, and he gave me a nod and a crooked smile. I recognized the man who’d fucked me over the roulette table, but tonight he sported salt-and-pepper stubble that matched his hair. Another of the knights had been at the lube orgy. I had no idea if I’d fucked him.
If I hadn’t, I would.
The men closed in on the table, lining up ten on each side, all of them sporting various levels of anticipation written on their faces in smirks and smiles. Maybe at the silliness of it all? Because it was silly, and over-the-top. But that’s what they’d come to Ascend Red for, I supposed.
“Gentlemen,” Matt addressed them. He didn’t stand. “As you see, the princess you’ve come to rescue is hardly in need of rescuing. She’s a common slut, ready to spread her legs for any knight who enters my domain. She’s here for your pleasure, and hers, and mine. Avail yourself of the wine, the food, her pretty mouth, her open cunt, her tight ass. Enjoy anything you see on my table. We’ll let luck decide who goes first.”
He pulled something from his pocket.
I groaned, but not in desire. Mortification. He’d brought a piece of nerdy D&D equipment with him, one of those big, twenty-sided dice. He caught my gaze and gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, and he rolled the die.
“Nine,” he called.
It was happening.
Oh god, this was it.
